As retold by
Bruce Lowitt
Mendelbaum is visiting London. He enters a fancy-schmancy gourmet food store
and a sales representative, in a long morning coat with tie and tails,
approaches.
"May I be of help to you, sir?"
"Yes," Mendelbaum says. "I'd like a pound of lox."
"Sorry, sir. Do you mean smoked salmon?"
"Okay, fine. A pound of smoked salmon."
"Anything else, sir?"
"Yes, a dozen blintzes."
"I believe you mean crepes, sir."
"Yeah, whatever. A dozen crepes."
"Anything else, sir?"
"Also a pound of chopped liver."
"You are probably referring to pate, sir."
"Yeah, yeah. A pound of pate. And I want it all delivered on
Saturday."
"I'm sorry, sir. We don't schlep all this chazzerai on Shabbos."
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